http://slow.writerscafe.org/wmlawsonky The original writings of author Deep in the Woodline... en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016717 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Just an acrostic about a look back into the past and the realization that the dreams of youth are almost never the reality of the future... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/613146/ Just a realization that as time marches on, some lessons are never forgotten... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/606240/ I wrote this about an experience in the mid 70's while serving in Europe. Arbeit macht frei: work makes you free. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/590884/ Sometimes, even the Devil is a welcome visitor when you're alone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/583846/ A little acrostic that just popped up out of nowhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/563185/ Just a simple acrostic about finding yourself in the eyes of another and gaining a rebirth of sorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/536294/ The legacy of men is often displayed at the time of death by the tears they warrant. Written for a friend's friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/513394/ Darknessbites a quarter chunkOutof Harvest MoonWhittlingpink, pale fleshDownto sizeDownto sizeDownto size Streamsof moonbeamsDribbledown his chin As IfeelMypenance startMydarkness follows suitDowndeep insid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/513390/ I don't know who you voted for or why, but I've never been a big Obama fan. Guess this says it best... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/513387/ Just a description of a lonely winter morning taking shape... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/513383/ The line between sanity and madness is spider's thread thin and fragile. You may not even know when it snaps in two and you cross it forever... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/499466/ Ahhh, the trials and tribulations of the human condition. Broken hearts, hearts on the mend and reconciliation are all parts of everyday life. Good luck with it all, it's a full-time job. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/492802/ When there is no future in sight, all you have left are memories of yesterday to hold onto. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/491848/ Longing for a lost love is an empty, eternal job. There is no rest. If only she would return my heart to me, it would all be ok. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/491841/ Without the faint light of hope, there is nothing left for some. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/491837/ "Self-Discovery" is not always all it's cracked up to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/491752/ I had this here before the crash. Liked it then and wanted to put it back. It belongs to a special woman. I gave it to her (for what it's worth). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/251684/ I wrote this over a year ago, to the woman who will become my wife this summer. She is worthy of a read and you can fine her at An Ordinary Woman here on the Cafe'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wmlawsonky/251195/